So I’ve decided to reject the whole concept of “wasting a day”. I’m sick of it. Just because I didn’t work on my project or I didn’t do that one thing I was planning or I just crocheted all day— that doesn’t mean I wasted anything. People talk about wasting days all the time, this mythical idea that every second must be spent working towards some bigger goal. I can’t do that. I can’t let myself think that way. It will harm me, it already has harmed me, and I need to stop.
I’m inviting in a new narrative. I’m never wasting a day when I’m doing what I need to do for myself and for my mental health.
Reasons why I like my roommate.
